TRAPPED WITH MY STEP BROTHERS

Chapter5

Ladina

The basement air was freezing, but seeing the cut wires made me feel even colder.

"We can't stay down here," Oliver said. His voice was calm.

Gabriel didn't answer right away. He stared at the broken phone cable with a tight jaw.

"Someone is playing a cruel game," he finally said. He looked at me, his gray eyes softening when he saw my pale face. "And we will freeze to death if we don't move now."

"Go where?" I whispered. I wrapped the blanket tighter around me to stop my hands from shaking. "The heater is broken, Gabriel. The house is mostly glass. It's like a giant ice box."

"My room," Oliver said, turning to go out of the basement. "It is in the middle of the second floor. It has thick curtains and small windows. It will stay warmer than the rest of the house."

I didn't want to go with them. I wanted to hide until the storm passed. But I shivered so hard my teeth chattered. If I slept in the guest room alone, I might not survive the night.

"Come on, Ladina," Gabriel said softly. He stepped close and held my arm. His grip was firm but gentle. He led me up the stairs and away from the basement.

The house was no longer quiet. The snowstorm howled against the large windows, shaking the frames like a monster trying to get inside.

We went into Oliver's room. It was completely dark until Gabriel put the flashlight on the dresser. He pointed it at the ceiling to give us some light.

In the middle of the room was a huge bed covered in thick fur blankets.

"Take off your clothes," Oliver said quietly.

I froze in shock. "What?"

Oliver looked at me calmly. He was already taking off his heavy sweater.

"Your coat and sweater are wet from the cold in the basement. If you wear wet clothes under the blankets, you will freeze. Body heat is the only way to stay warm now. Let us help you."

"I... I can do it," I whispered.

Gabriel stepped toward me slowly so he wouldn't scare me.

"Let me," he said softly.

He carefully unbuttoned my coat and slid it off my shoulders. Then, he gently helped me take off my wet sweater.

The cold air hit my skin, and I gasped. I shivered hard in just my thin shirt and leggings.

"Get in bed, Dina," Oliver said, pulling back the heavy blankets.

I climbed onto the bed and moved to the middle. I pulled the thick blankets up to my chin. The sheets were freezing. I curled up in a tight ball.

A moment later, Oliver got into bed on my left side. Then, Gabriel climbed in on my right.

I was between them, but they gave me space. They were very gentle, which surprised me.

"You're shaking so much," Oliver whispered in the dark.

He moved closer slowly, giving me a chance to pull away. When I didn't move, he put his warm arm around my waist. He pulled my back against his chest. His body heat warmed me instantly.

"Relax," Oliver whispered, his lips brushing the back of my neck. "Just let the warmth help you. We've got you."

Gabriel moved closer on my other side, just as carefully. He put his arm around me, pulling me tight against his chest. His touch was warm and made me feel safe.

"You're safe," Gabriel whispered softly. He rubbed my shoulder to warm me up. "I know you're scared. Just breathe, little sister."

For a long time, we only heard the wind outside and our breathing. Slowly, my shivering stopped under the thick blankets. My cold skin began to warm up from their bodies pressing against mine.

I could feel Gabriel holding me in front and Oliver's hand resting on my stomach from behind. My fear of the cold was fading. But I started to feel a deep attraction to them.

The mood in the bed changed. We weren't just trying to survive anymore. We were being drawn to each other.

I turned my head and looked up at Gabriel in the low light. His gray eyes were soft and full of affection. That scared me more than his anger ever did.

"Gabriel..." I whispered.

"I know," he answered softly.

He didn't rush. He held my cheek with his warm hand, gently touching my lower lip. When he leaned down, his kiss was slow and sweet. It wasn't forceful; it felt like he was asking for permission.

I sighed and kissed him back. The kiss grew deeper, melting away all my defenses.

Behind me, Oliver let out a soft sigh. He kissed my shoulder and my neck, making me gasp and lean back into him. His hand moved slowly up my stomach, touching me with gentle care.

All our boundaries disappeared in the dark. There were no stepbrothers, no family rules. There was only our warmth, our hands, and my willingness to give in to my feelings.

Gabriel ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my jaw. Oliver hugged my waist tighter, pulling me fully into their warmth.

"Tell me to stop," one of them said.

I didn't.

"Go slow," I whispered, not sure who I was talking to.

"Slow," he agreed.

Oliver’s palm cupped my breast, and I moaned into Gabriel’s mouth. Oliver answered by rolling his fingers on my n****e, then replacing them with his mouth, sucking hard enough to make my hips quiver as I turned to him.

Gabriel pressed closer, the thick length of his c**k sliding against my ass, spreading me open, teasing my c**t until I was trembling between them.

“Please,” I whispered,

Gabriel shifted, rolling onto his back and pulling me half over him with his c**k nudging an entrance. Oliver stayed behind with one hand still working in my c**t. I sank down onto Gabriel in one slow, deliberate slide, the stretch stealing my breath. Oliver’s fingers never stopped moving.

When I was fully seated inside his c**k,

Gabriel’s hands gripped my waist, and he started thrusting deep and out; after some time, he pulled out, and Oliver pushed into me from behind tighter and fuller; the pressure made me cry out.

They took turns. Gabriel thrust up into me while Oliver f****d me from behind. The cold outside ceased to exist. There was only the moaning sound of bodies, the creak of the bed, and the sharp gasps and low groans that filled the small space.

Oliver kept whispering filthy encouragement into my ears while Gabriel’s thumb was on my c**t, circling hard, and the orgasm tore through me so violently I shook.

Oliver followed first, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a broken sound against my neck. Gabriel lasted a few more thrusts before he came hard.

Outside, the wind continued to scream, but inside the cabin the air slowly warmed from three bodies that had finally stopped pretending the heat between them was only a physical necessity.

No one spoke. The boundaries were gone. Whatever came next would have to be faced in the morning, for now we slept, tangled and sated, while the storm raged on.